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Chapter 1631 Final Chapter: Crossing the Sea [53] "The Great Sage Yang Mermaid and the Unsincerous People Arrive (17)"

"Go."

"If you have the chance, please take him away from here. Humans have ill intentions towards him, and neither world has treated him kindly. Please, take him to a place that is completely peaceful, happy... far away from us."

After speaking, Hui Bai glanced sideways and said, "...Su Ming'an."

Su Ming'an did not explain that he came from a dream, but Hui Bai had already realized that this Su Qing was not Su Qing.

"You're really smart," Su Ming'an said.

"Thank you for the compliment."

Su Ming'an took one last look at the room, which was filled with a red glow, and saw the blond youth standing with his hands behind his back. This was probably the last time he would see the original Hui Bai.

Outside the glass, chaos surged like waves. The blond youth gazed at the turbulent sea, remaining unfazed even as mountains crumbled before him. Compared to Hui Bai of later generations, he was more like a steadfast rock standing firm at the summit.

Unfortunately, that parting was forever.

"Go," Hui Bai murmured, "I'm leaving it to you."

"And this is where I am."

The elevator partition blocked the golden figure from view, and finally, Su Ming'an overheard their conversation.

"Huibai, you stay here and guard this place. I'm going to visit the Colorful Planet."

“Ante… that planet is not friendly to us, you are going there rashly…”

"Don't worry, I'm strong enough to protect myself. I want to go see if I can help Casadia. He's such a coward, he's even afraid of horror movies. I can't leave him there alone."

"Please, live on."

"Definitely, we still have to wait until we meet Su Ming'an and the others in the future."

However, in Su Ming'an's memory, most of these top players... except for Black and Locke, who were lucky enough to become advanced races, did not leave any trace in history, let alone live to see the next billion people.

Goodbye, Antetolia. Goodbye, Ludwig…

Su Ming'an closed his eyes as the elevator hurtled downwards.

……

Tragic scenes flashed before Su Ming'an's eyes.

The "hometown," "ideals," and "sacrifice" spoken of by the noble seem distant and pale in the face of the instinctive fear of survival. For the vast majority of people, putting these ethereal concepts into practice is far less important than finding a weapon or a piece of clean food.

"My hands! My hands have turned into claws! How am I supposed to operate the equipment now?!" an engineer cried out in despair.

"Mommy...Mommy, where are you? I can't see you!" A child who had turned into a dwarf cried helplessly.

Many more huddled in corners, unable to accept reality. Some were covered in scales, others had grown feathers. The air was filled with the sounds of shattering glass, the explosions of unknown equipment, the cries of the injured, and the wails of those who had lost loved ones…

The clamor was suffocating, and suspicion and distrust spread like a plague.

"It was Hui Bai and those top-ranked players from Antetolia who made us merge this planet, which is why it turned out like this!"

"They must have reached some kind of agreement to make us the victims!"

"I shouldn't have embarked on this journey. Why did it have to be me out of the one in eleven chance? I want to live! I don't want to be a great man!"

"Mom... I can't go back..."

"A riot has broken out in the Seventh Agricultural District! Someone is trying to seize the seed reserves!"

"Pressure leak in lower D zone! Emergency support needed! Repeat, support needed!"

"There's...there's a monster in the B12 corridor! It's attacked many people!"

Su Ming'an navigated through the chaos, his senses assaulted by piercing noises, distorted faces, and out-of-control scenes. He had to find Su Liujin as soon as possible—the weak boy who had just been removed from the life support pod and was in extreme danger.

Su Ming'an overheard several people discussing the seriousness of the situation: "Most of us are just ordinary players, with combat power of only one or two thousand... Asking us to enter that world and face so many advanced races is asking us to die! Isn't there any way for ordinary people to break through the limitations of their bloodline and protect themselves?"

"There's no way!" someone said dejectedly. "In that civilization, bloodline is the iron law! Inferior races are simply powerless against superior races, and ordinary people can't even lift a weapon! I've been transformed into an ordinary rabbit-person, I'm finished!"

"It's over! We're all doomed!"

--wrong.

Su Ming'an suddenly thought of something.

—There is a way for ordinary people to break through the limitations of bloodline and gain the power to protect themselves, even under the merciless iron curtain of world rules!
Although humans are at the bottom of the food chain and are like ants in front of higher species, they are not entirely without hope.

……

"Igulaire, since humanity migrated to this world in the First Age, Casadia has transformed a peaceful world into a dangerous realm teeming with fantastical creatures," the old man said. "But we—we also have our own weapons. We possess wisdom, composure, and a deeply resentful imagination."

"Master..." the pink-haired girl murmured.

The old man patted the pink-haired girl on the shoulder: "The First Age is known as the 'Dark Age,' where humanity, as the bottom of the food chain, quickly dwindled by more than half. But in our Second Age, the most brilliant jewel, 'Creation,' appeared—anyone can change their destiny by writing their own story. We are no longer at the bottom of the food chain, but can soar through the skies."

……

Su Ming'an suddenly remembered this conversation, which he had seen in Si Que's memories.

He thought he was witnessing the handover between the previous generation of "Olivies" and the previous generation of "Olivies".

But now, he sensed something was wrong—the girl in the picture, Igul, was only eight or nine years old and was born during the Second Age. Yet she clearly existed under the World Tree long before the arrival of humans. So, when exactly did this scene of her talking to the old man as a girl take place?
Since the time doesn't match, there's only one possibility—the space is incorrect!

This scene did not occur in the place that Su Ming'an knew, Rovasa!
Or rather, it occurred in an extremely similar "Mirror of Creation," a "Mirror of Creation" that also went through four eras!

—There is more than one "Rovasha's Mirror of Creation"!
Ijurel was born in the second era of this "Rovasa Mirror of Creation". After the destruction of this "Rovasa Mirror of Creation", Ijurel came to the next "Rovasa Mirror of Creation" and became the person who guarded the World Tree at the beginning of creation, which is the "Rovasa Mirror of Creation" in front of Su Ming'an!
"To be more precise, it shouldn't be referred to as 'Rovasha, the Mirror of Creation,' because I don't know the name of the previous civilization," Su Ming'an pondered. "Did the previous civilization also have a story of betrayal by Casadia? Was it a case of the same name? The original? Was it altered by the Lord of Dreams? Or were Si Que's memories modified?"

He temporarily set aside his thoughts, unrelated to the current situation. He recalled this memory because it mentioned a concept—

—"Creation"!
Creativity is the best weapon for ordinary people! With enough inspiration and imagination, everyone can change their destiny.

Therefore, the emergence of Rovasa's "creation" was due to—

Su Ming'an seemed to understand, and raised his head.

……

[“Saints and Sinners” Completion: 50%]

……

Chaos reigned on the ark. As everyone sank into utter despair, gazing out the portholes at the cruel, dog-eat-dog new world—

Changes occur suddenly.

Above the vast ocean and boundless forests, on the surface of the planet, a cluster of light and fire ignites!
This is the location of the World Tree!

The dazzling light even overshadowed the World Tree itself, as if a sun was rising inside the planet!
"Wow——!"

Amidst the radiant light, a majestic and holy figure slowly rose from the ball of light.

His form was enormous, composed of the brightest and purest radiance. His face was indistinct, yet he exuded a divinity that made all beings want to kneel in submission. A divine halo slowly rotated behind his head, and countless wings of light unfurled behind him, showering down a warm and hopeful golden rain. A huge, boundless eye serenely watched over the Ark humans as they were merging into the ark.

—This is the image of the Radiant Mother Goddess, as depicted by later believers in Su Ming'an's memory, symbolizing order, protection, and hope!
A majestic, compassionate, and dignified voice resonated deep within the hearts of every intelligent being. Whether they were humans within the ark or newly born native races on the planet, everyone clearly "heard" this divine pronouncement:
"Lost sheep, there is no need to fear the dramatic changes in fate."

The sound soothed countless restless souls.

"The rules of creation will be established, and the hierarchy of bloodlines is not an absolute shackle."

His light seemed to be focused on the ark, and the warm gaze felt incredibly real.

"Whatever belief leads to, whatever pen touches, whatever imagination can depict—can become reality!"

The people inside the ark exclaimed, pointing out the portholes: "Look! What's that!"

Under the guidance of the radiant god, some of the weakest races, such as the timid dwarfs and the frail halflings, began to emit a faint glow from the simple tools in their hands. As their will to live grew stronger, the glow gradually condensed, as if it were about to transform into the phantom of swords or shields!
The radiant and dazzling deity thus issued this divine decree:

"Grasp the 'pen' in your hands—whether it's a twig, a stone, or a broken blade! Imagine what it can become—a sharp blade and a strong shield!"

"If you believe, everything can be written!"

"Let your will be the fire! Let your faith be the anvil! Let your indomitable spirit be the hammer!"

Believe in creation itself, not in the power bestowed by blood!

His voice was like a resounding bell, shaking the soul:
"It is not your bloodline that determines your strength or weakness, but your will to 'create' that will define all things!"

"Believe in it! Call upon it! Yearn for it! Your most sincere and intense longing is the foundation upon which the power of 'creation' manifests!"

Do not indulge in the illusion of bloodline superiority! Do not succumb to the lie of destiny!

"You must remember this: 'Creation' is using the pen as a sword! It is a path where even mortals can slay dragons!"

The glorious deity issued a proclamation, its voice solemn and dignified, as if imprinting a brand new rule into the fundamental logic of the world:

"Remember what we say today!"

"When the faith reaches all living beings, and hearts unite as one—"

"One day, the concept of 'creation' will be fully manifested in this world! On that day, you will all be able to wield your pens as swords and forge your own power!"

Human beings, do not give up hope, do not believe that the food chain is unbreakable, and do not believe that fate is predetermined.

—I hereby inform you that as long as you are willing to believe in the existence of the concept of “creation”, one day it will truly appear in this world, and you can begin to use your pen as a sword. Even the humblest and most insignificant ant can raise a torch to the gods!
silence.

The ark was first deathly silent, then erupted with an unprecedentedly huge sound wave!
People discussed and debated, and sparks of hope were rekindled in their despairing eyes. Although the term "creation" was completely unfamiliar and even sounded somewhat strange, the miraculous manifestations and earth-shattering declarations spread like wildfire—ordinary people could transcend their bloodlines through the belief in "creation"!
"Creation...using the pen as a sword?"

"Do we... do ordinary people also have hope?"

"This god... He said that as long as you believe, you can create power?"

"He appears radiant and his voice is kind and compassionate... Is He the true god of that planet?"

"Can we really trust Him?"

Amidst the whispers of the crowd, Su Ming'an suddenly realized who the deity who called herself "Radiant Mother Goddess" really was.

His blood instantly reversed direction, and a bone-chilling cold surged up from the base of his spine, rushing straight to the top of his head. He heard the thumping sounds in his chest, an incredible echo from billions of years ago.

He could hardly believe the undeniable answer, yet it was like a perfectly placed domino, connecting all the dominoes in a neat line.

“That is not the Radiant Mother Goddess Krystens at all.”

He looked up, gazing at the radiant, dazzling deity outside the porthole.

“That’s Casadia, disguised as a true god.”

……

—The Radiant Mother Goddess Krystyne, whose other identity is... the Fun-loving Demon Casadia.

……

Casadia's authority is the "Joyful" authority that the Second Seat seized from the Third Seat, and its full name is "Joy, Fun, and Lies".

Su Ming'an's authority of "faith" is "what the heart desires, the mind desires become reality," while Casadia's authority is "what the masses believe, the lies become reality"—just like the Eighth World, the people of the Void believed that God Jiu was an evil god, and God Jiu really became an evil god.

Therefore, Casadia constructed a new god with lies—a god representing "birth, sun, fire, and eyes," named "Kritsens" after "radiance."

Then, the most shocking truth came out.

This was the perfect moment. Hui Bai and the others had just spread the word that "Cassadia has betrayed humanity," and humanity was in despair over the prospect of racial change; many even contemplated suicide. It was at this very moment that a radiant and dazzling god descended. He was elegant, gentle, warm, noble, compassionate, and merciful. He revealed to humanity—

If you are willing to believe in the existence of the concept of "creation," one day it will truly appear in this world! Don't despair, don't give up, please hold onto hope!